An Aged Poem- My Friend, So Long.

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Hello old friend,

it has been so long, I don’t know where to begin.

I remember when we met– young and naive — together we trodden around, hoping to never grow old.

Our problems were minimal, only the day at hand, and what was to become of it was our only real concern.

Friend’s forged brothers. Continue reading “An Aged Poem- My Friend, So Long.”

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